I woke up abruptly , my head pounding. So many questions rolling around in my head I felt like any minute it could explode. Where was I? What had happened earlier? And Why? All of these questions drew a blank in my mind, and for some reason I couldn’t remember what happened prior to where I was now .I looked around , but there was not much to see . It was a completely enclosed room , not an exit such as a door or window inside of it, with only 4 things in it . Me , a table , a piece of paper and a pen . I brought myself to walk over to the desk without even thinking of what it could possibly say .
A sentence was all it was , just one . “ What is your Portrayal?” with a blank space for an answer to be written on. I had been asked this many times in the past , and to be honest , it was annoying to answer . People always didn’t believe me , for they had never even heard of someone with two portrayals. There was no need to convince them , for I know who I am and that’s all that matters to me. Anyways , this particular time I had been asked that quiestion brought back a memory that gave me an idea of why I was here. The package that I had recieved today ..or was it yesterday? I wasn’t sure, but it had a message inside of it saying “ Lie about your portrayal when the time comes”.
I wasn’t sure what to make of this. Besides the fact that I had no idea how this was even happening or why , I also was curious of why the information of a persons portrayal would be so vital in whatever was happening right now . Another memory hit me then , the twenty seconds of CNN I had seen right before..I couldn’t remember what had happened after that . Maybe it had happened right before I came here, yet that also is leaving out how I even came here . Out of no where , when I looked up at the wall there was a screen that read 60 seconds. And it was counting down .
Thinking back to the package I had received, I didn’t know to trust it’s message or not . I didnt even know who it was from! It could be a trap or someone who is trying to help me, there was no way of knowing. My heart raced as I saw the number thirty on the countdown clock. I decided to go with my gut feeling , and lied about my portrayal. I jotted down Flureon , and hoped for the best. There was five seconds left, and I just held my breath. Thats when everything went dark.
Again, I woke up so quickly I almost fell out of the bed, if you could even call it that. I was in a room , a cell almost as if I were in a prison. I rose out of my bed seeing nothing but Flureon’s in every direction . This sight brought back my memory of the room where I lied about my Portrayal. It must have brought me to people with the “same” portrayal as me . I got stares from everyone , and at least 20 voices at once declaring " Your not a Flureon!" That's when the guard noticed me .
A sentence was all it was , just one . “ What is your Portrayal?” with a blank space for an answer to be written on. I had been asked this many times in the past , and to be honest , it was annoying to answer . People always didn’t believe me , for they had never even heard of someone with two portrayals. There was no need to convince them , for I know who I am and that’s all that matters to me. Anyways , this particular time I had been asked that quiestion brought back a memory that gave me an idea of why I was here. The package that I had recieved today ..or was it yesterday? I wasn’t sure, but it had a message inside of it saying “ Lie about your portrayal when the time comes”.
I wasn’t sure what to make of this. Besides the fact that I had no idea how this was even happening or why , I also was curious of why the information of a persons portrayal would be so vital in whatever was happening right now . Another memory hit me then , the twenty seconds of CNN I had seen right before..I couldn’t remember what had happened after that . Maybe it had happened right before I came here, yet that also is leaving out how I even came here . Out of no where , when I looked up at the wall there was a screen that read 60 seconds. And it was counting down .
Thinking back to the package I had received, I didn’t know to trust it’s message or not . I didnt even know who it was from! It could be a trap or someone who is trying to help me, there was no way of knowing. My heart raced as I saw the number thirty on the countdown clock. I decided to go with my gut feeling , and lied about my portrayal. I jotted down Flureon , and hoped for the best. There was five seconds left, and I just held my breath. Thats when everything went dark.
Again, I woke up so quickly I almost fell out of the bed, if you could even call it that. I was in a room , a cell almost as if I were in a prison. I rose out of my bed seeing nothing but Flureon’s in every direction . This sight brought back my memory of the room where I lied about my Portrayal. It must have brought me to people with the “same” portrayal as me . I got stares from everyone , and at least 20 voices at once declaring " Your not a Flureon!" That's when the guard noticed me .